The Dungeon
Chapter 1: The Dungeon
I woke up huddled in a ball, shivering. The cell was cold, as if it were made of solid ice. No warmth at all. Heck, there wasn't even an old rag to help keep me warm. Whats worse was that the chain was making me even colder. It froze my neck so bad, it hurt. It felt like being jabbed in the neck with a small cold knife.
"S-s-so c-cold..." I thought, still shivering. I had never had a night this cold before. This told me I was near the mountains. The mountains were the only place where it could get this cold. I tried to look out the small barred window to see how late it was, but it was too high. There still didnt seem to be any light coming from it. I was beginning to think that it wasn't a window, but that was the lest of my worries. My biggest priority was to figure out where I was.
Just then, I heard a metal door open in the distance. It creaked loudly through the silent room. I heard footsteps on the hard floor, heading in my direction. Then I saw them. There were two men, both young looking. The first one had long black hair and wore dark clothing, almost as if he were trying not to be seen in this dark room. He stood in front of the other guy, and what worried me was what he was carrying.
In his hands, he carried a large gun. The gun was mostly wood and had metal parts around the top.
"That gun looks pretty strong..." I thought, staring at the large weapon, eyes enlarged with amazement.
The second guy had dark blonde hair and wore the same clothes as the first guy, as if they were in a cult or something. He was behind the guy, with something in his hands. Upon a closer look, I discovered it was a chain, just like the one I had, and on the other end, was a Pokemon. I saw that it was a very badly beaten Sandshrew. He wasn't moving. He looked as though he was out cold...or at least I hoped he was just out cold...
They dragged him to a cell about 20 feet from mine. They opened the door, threw him into the cell, and shut the door. And when I say they threw him in, I mean they THREW him into the cell...hard! He hit the wall, and fell to the ground with a lound thud, and they shut the gate.
They started over toward door they had come through, until the blonde haired guy took a quick glance in my direction, and stopped. He signaled the other guy to follow him. They walked over to my cell, went up to the door, and peered at me through the bars.
"Hey, look who's up!" said the blonde guy, staring down at me with an evil grin. He then silently laughed, as if he found this amusing. What's so funny... He looked over at his partner and asked, "Which one is this?"
He made an attempt to grab me, but I was still in the corner at the far end of the cell so he couldn't reach me. He found a way though. Just then, the black haired guy put his arm through the bars and reached for the part of the chain that was attatched to the wall. He grabbed it and pulled it as hard as he could. I almost went flying over to the bars. Instead, I flew up and landed hard on the ground. Then I was yanked over to the bars, where I hit my head on the cold steel bars. He then reached over and yanked my tail up to eye level and checked the weird inscription that was burned onto my tail.
He stared at it and muttered to his partner, "He's in MC tests down the hall, and he's #14. Our newest addition to that section, and hopefully, for his sake, his tests wont fail." Hearing that mad me scared as to what would happen if these "tests" did in fact fail.
Then, for an unknown reason, I attempted to shock them. I must have gotten annoyed when they abused me like that and my instincts told me to defend myself beacuse at that moment, I jumped up and tried to shock them...but nothing happend. I tried again, but with the same results. My cheeks sparked, but nothing else happend.
"Oh boy...that's not good..." I thought.
They both laughed. Then, the black haired guy said, "Well, it seems he has discovered what our new injections do," he smiled with an evil look. He suddenly dropped the look, got serious and said, "Foolish Pokemon!" He then took the gun he had been holding and hit me directly in the face with the back of it. When the gun collided with my face, I felt as though something had broke, and I heard a strange cracking sound. I landed hard on my back and hit my head hard on the stone ground. I was stunned.
"He actually hit me..." I thought, laying on my back.
He then said, "You will learn respect, one way, or another...or else!" He then pulled out the metal part at the top of the gun, and then pushed it back in. I noticed that something flew out of it. With that, he turned, and he and his partner left the room.
When they left, I got up, still in a tremendous amount of pain, and I went to see what had flew out of the gun. I picked it up and looked at it. It was long, small, made of metal, and was a bronze color. It was a bullet. But, there was something wrong with it...
...it was empty! It had been used! I dropped it in fright. I didn't want to know what the bullet had been used for, but I already had a greusome idea. I then limped over to the dirty mirror. I wanted to check the damage done to my face. When I looked, there was a large red mark in the shape of the back of the gun, and blood. I was sure that he broke my nose. I simply wiped it off and went back to the corner. It hurt badly. I tried to ignore it like I did the headache I had earlier, but it was worse than the that.
As I sat there, I realized that since this was a torture chamber, this was only the beginning...
"I see that you met the Dungeon Keepers," said a voice nearby. I looked for the source of the voice, but I saw no one. I then heard him say, "I'm over here. In the cell next to yours." I walked over to the left side of my cell where there was small hole in the large stone wall.
"Huh...I must have overlooked that..."
I looked through and saw who was talking to me. It was a Pichu. He looked more beaten than me. His fur was messy and looked very unwashed. But, even with all the injuries, he looked so familiar. After, a few seconds, it hit me. He looked almost like I did when I was a Pichu. I had never seen anyone that looked like me when I was young.
He looked through at me and said, "So, when did you get in?" Just like before, I had no idea what the time was or how much had passed. I looked at him and said, "I'm pretty sure it was a day ago. What about you?" He looked like he had to think about it for a while, as if he had been here forever. After a few seconds of dead silence, he finally said, "Not sure. It could be anywhere from 2-3 weeks to 4 months...I cant even keep track anymore..."
After I found out he had been here a long time, I wanted to ask every question about this place that I could, but I just thought to myself, "Don't bombard him with questions..."
I decided to ask a few questions first, then see what happened from there.
I started out simple and asked, "What's your name?"
He simply said, "I dont really know anymore...just call me Sparks. It's basic. So, what's yours?"
I said, "Raik."
Before I could ask him anything else, he began asking me questions.
"What's your number?" he asked, sounding very curious. I simply looked at him and said, "It just says 'MCTS14'. Why? What does it mean?"
He looked over. "Well, I can't be sure of that. If yours said 'DSTS' instead of 'MCTS' I could tell you what your headed for. My number is 'DSTS03'."
I was confused. All of this was hard to understand. "What does yours mean?"
I asked. He knew I was confused, even before I asked him the question. I could tell he was getting ready to explain either something long or complicated because he took a long deep breath and let it out before continuing.
"In this place, you are branded with a number. The number stands for a different experiment they perform. Take yours for example. 'MCTS' is just an acronym for one of their experiments. They use the acronym for 2 reasons: For a smaller branding, and so that we don't find out what they're doing to us. I'm not sure what 'MC' means, but 'TS' stands for 'Test Subject'. I know, it's on every branding." I nodded in response. I was wondering why he didn't use his as an example.
Then, I started to wonder, what does his mean? I wanted to find out now, so I asked him, "What does yours mean?" He didn't respond. I looked through the hole and saw him in a slump, staring at his feet. He had this almost depressed look on his face, and I felt as though I had asked the wrong question. I wasn't expecting him to tell me.
"Nevermi-" he cut me off and said, "No, I'll tell you." He was still in the same position as before. He took another deep breath, just as before, and started to explain. "Just to let you know, when I tell you, you probably wont believe me."
I gave him a funny look. "After everything I've seen in the past 2 days, your story probably wont surprise me a bit." I said, same expression on my face. I simply responded, "Try me."Chapter End Notes:Second chapter. Edited, and revised as much as I could
I woke up huddled in a ball, shivering. The cell was cold, as if it were made of solid ice. No warmth at all. Heck, there wasn't even an old rag to help keep me warm. Whats worse was that the chain was making me even colder. It froze my neck so bad, it hurt. It felt like being jabbed in the neck with a small cold knife.
"S-s-so c-cold..." I thought, still shivering. I had never had a night this cold before. This told me I was near the mountains. The mountains were the only place where it could get this cold. I tried to look out the small barred window to see how late it was, but it was too high. There still didnt seem to be any light coming from it. I was beginning to think that it wasn't a window, but that was the lest of my worries. My biggest priority was to figure out where I was.
Just then, I heard a metal door open in the distance. It creaked loudly through the silent room. I heard footsteps on the hard floor, heading in my direction. Then I saw them. There were two men, both young looking. The first one had long black hair and wore dark clothing, almost as if he were trying not to be seen in this dark room. He stood in front of the other guy, and what worried me was what he was carrying.
In his hands, he carried a large gun. The gun was mostly wood and had metal parts around the top.
"That gun looks pretty strong..." I thought, staring at the large weapon, eyes enlarged with amazement.
The second guy had dark blonde hair and wore the same clothes as the first guy, as if they were in a cult or something. He was behind the guy, with something in his hands. Upon a closer look, I discovered it was a chain, just like the one I had, and on the other end, was a Pokemon. I saw that it was a very badly beaten Sandshrew. He wasn't moving. He looked as though he was out cold...or at least I hoped he was just out cold...
They dragged him to a cell about 20 feet from mine. They opened the door, threw him into the cell, and shut the door. And when I say they threw him in, I mean they THREW him into the cell...hard! He hit the wall, and fell to the ground with a lound thud, and they shut the gate.
They started over toward door they had come through, until the blonde haired guy took a quick glance in my direction, and stopped. He signaled the other guy to follow him. They walked over to my cell, went up to the door, and peered at me through the bars.
"Hey, look who's up!" said the blonde guy, staring down at me with an evil grin. He then silently laughed, as if he found this amusing. What's so funny... He looked over at his partner and asked, "Which one is this?"
He made an attempt to grab me, but I was still in the corner at the far end of the cell so he couldn't reach me. He found a way though. Just then, the black haired guy put his arm through the bars and reached for the part of the chain that was attatched to the wall. He grabbed it and pulled it as hard as he could. I almost went flying over to the bars. Instead, I flew up and landed hard on the ground. Then I was yanked over to the bars, where I hit my head on the cold steel bars. He then reached over and yanked my tail up to eye level and checked the weird inscription that was burned onto my tail.
He stared at it and muttered to his partner, "He's in MC tests down the hall, and he's #14. Our newest addition to that section, and hopefully, for his sake, his tests wont fail." Hearing that mad me scared as to what would happen if these "tests" did in fact fail.
Then, for an unknown reason, I attempted to shock them. I must have gotten annoyed when they abused me like that and my instincts told me to defend myself beacuse at that moment, I jumped up and tried to shock them...but nothing happend. I tried again, but with the same results. My cheeks sparked, but nothing else happend.
"Oh boy...that's not good..." I thought.
They both laughed. Then, the black haired guy said, "Well, it seems he has discovered what our new injections do," he smiled with an evil look. He suddenly dropped the look, got serious and said, "Foolish Pokemon!" He then took the gun he had been holding and hit me directly in the face with the back of it. When the gun collided with my face, I felt as though something had broke, and I heard a strange cracking sound. I landed hard on my back and hit my head hard on the stone ground. I was stunned.
"He actually hit me..." I thought, laying on my back.
He then said, "You will learn respect, one way, or another...or else!" He then pulled out the metal part at the top of the gun, and then pushed it back in. I noticed that something flew out of it. With that, he turned, and he and his partner left the room.
When they left, I got up, still in a tremendous amount of pain, and I went to see what had flew out of the gun. I picked it up and looked at it. It was long, small, made of metal, and was a bronze color. It was a bullet. But, there was something wrong with it...
...it was empty! It had been used! I dropped it in fright. I didn't want to know what the bullet had been used for, but I already had a greusome idea. I then limped over to the dirty mirror. I wanted to check the damage done to my face. When I looked, there was a large red mark in the shape of the back of the gun, and blood. I was sure that he broke my nose. I simply wiped it off and went back to the corner. It hurt badly. I tried to ignore it like I did the headache I had earlier, but it was worse than the that.
As I sat there, I realized that since this was a torture chamber, this was only the beginning...
"I see that you met the Dungeon Keepers," said a voice nearby. I looked for the source of the voice, but I saw no one. I then heard him say, "I'm over here. In the cell next to yours." I walked over to the left side of my cell where there was small hole in the large stone wall.
"Huh...I must have overlooked that..."
I looked through and saw who was talking to me. It was a Pichu. He looked more beaten than me. His fur was messy and looked very unwashed. But, even with all the injuries, he looked so familiar. After, a few seconds, it hit me. He looked almost like I did when I was a Pichu. I had never seen anyone that looked like me when I was young.
He looked through at me and said, "So, when did you get in?" Just like before, I had no idea what the time was or how much had passed. I looked at him and said, "I'm pretty sure it was a day ago. What about you?" He looked like he had to think about it for a while, as if he had been here forever. After a few seconds of dead silence, he finally said, "Not sure. It could be anywhere from 2-3 weeks to 4 months...I cant even keep track anymore..."
After I found out he had been here a long time, I wanted to ask every question about this place that I could, but I just thought to myself, "Don't bombard him with questions..."
I decided to ask a few questions first, then see what happened from there.
I started out simple and asked, "What's your name?"
He simply said, "I dont really know anymore...just call me Sparks. It's basic. So, what's yours?"
I said, "Raik."
Before I could ask him anything else, he began asking me questions.
"What's your number?" he asked, sounding very curious. I simply looked at him and said, "It just says 'MCTS14'. Why? What does it mean?"
He looked over. "Well, I can't be sure of that. If yours said 'DSTS' instead of 'MCTS' I could tell you what your headed for. My number is 'DSTS03'."
I was confused. All of this was hard to understand. "What does yours mean?"
I asked. He knew I was confused, even before I asked him the question. I could tell he was getting ready to explain either something long or complicated because he took a long deep breath and let it out before continuing.
"In this place, you are branded with a number. The number stands for a different experiment they perform. Take yours for example. 'MCTS' is just an acronym for one of their experiments. They use the acronym for 2 reasons: For a smaller branding, and so that we don't find out what they're doing to us. I'm not sure what 'MC' means, but 'TS' stands for 'Test Subject'. I know, it's on every branding." I nodded in response. I was wondering why he didn't use his as an example.
Then, I started to wonder, what does his mean? I wanted to find out now, so I asked him, "What does yours mean?" He didn't respond. I looked through the hole and saw him in a slump, staring at his feet. He had this almost depressed look on his face, and I felt as though I had asked the wrong question. I wasn't expecting him to tell me.
"Nevermi-" he cut me off and said, "No, I'll tell you." He was still in the same position as before. He took another deep breath, just as before, and started to explain. "Just to let you know, when I tell you, you probably wont believe me."
I gave him a funny look. "After everything I've seen in the past 2 days, your story probably wont surprise me a bit." I said, same expression on my face. I simply responded, "Try me."Chapter End Notes:Second chapter. Edited, and revised as much as I could